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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2016 7:28:24 GMT -5
"The source is more of a theory," Alex admitted. "They seem to be originating at a temple to the east of here, through the desert along a great river. Our previous expedition set up a base camp nearby but we haven't heard from them in some time."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 5, 2016 9:24:00 GMT -5
Rowan winces little 'so.. they could have all been killed?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2016 11:02:47 GMT -5
"Hopefully not," Alex said. "But the possibility has to be accounted for." Rowan sees a few dozen people assembling. "You want to come along?"
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Post by Rowan on Nov 5, 2016 16:07:05 GMT -5
Rowan nods 'Sure.. got nothing better to do..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 6, 2016 7:15:29 GMT -5
"That's the spirit!" Alex chuckled as they sat down to help mount some of the ballista bolts. "Nail it in here," he showed them the holes in the collar of the bolt, "like so." As they proceed about, Alex sings a merry tune.
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Post by Rowan on Nov 6, 2016 8:50:21 GMT -5
Rowen helps as directed, Grinning happily at Alex's enthusiasm. 'How did the group.. the order? End up fighting these beasties?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 6, 2016 15:35:43 GMT -5
"Well," Alex said, "we've been on the west coast a couple years now, fifteen at longest, and we got to trading with these folk. When we heard their difficulties Queen Janelle has us come as soon as we could to help." Rowan is surprisingly good at the work and many weapons are forged in a few hours. "You drink whiskey?"
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Post by Rowan on Nov 6, 2016 16:34:33 GMT -5
Rowan is pleased with what they have accomplished. They shake their head 'i dont drink the harder alcohols.. i prefer mild sweet drinks, i doesnt like the burny taste.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 6, 2016 17:24:10 GMT -5
"Burny? I had such high hopes for our friendship!" Alex joked. "We got a blood orange wine will make your toes curl! Let's go drinking and meet the crew!"
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Post by Rowan on Nov 6, 2016 17:29:14 GMT -5
Rowan snickers and claps Alex on the shoulder friendly like. 'Lets go.. how many are there in the crew? And whata their specialities?' Rowan asks curiously as they walk
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 6, 2016 19:23:36 GMT -5
"Well our crew is a dozen," he said. "We are the artillerists. Big weapons is our game and killins' the game!" He laughed heartily as they walked to an open air pub. Four women and seven other men are all drinking and eatin and greet them raucously.
"This the new recruit? Welcome to the front ye fine soldier!" A drunk woman blurts. "Need fresh blood and now you're the newbie! No more baby Carolyn here!"
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Post by Rowan on Nov 7, 2016 4:27:30 GMT -5
Rowan greets them all looking bemused at the drunk womans exclaimations. 'Hopefully ah wont be too raw for too long.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2016 5:46:14 GMT -5
"You won't!" She said happily. "You'll get good or you'll get dead!"
"Shut up Carolyn." Alex shook his head. "Damn drunks. Go crazy here. Northern whiskey and a blood orange rum for the recruit," he said, as Rowan got a reddish drink that smelled like flowers. "It's stronger than it looks," he warned. "Welcome to the crew. You heard Carolyn. The leader of us mongrels is Dirty Dan Meagher," he said, indicating a red haired man with an axe at his side. "Any deeeeper question of life he refer to him."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 7, 2016 8:26:36 GMT -5
Rowan accepts the drink and gives it a sniff mmming at the scent before trying a sip. They look at the head honcho and give a growled squeal of joy 'nice to meet another axe nutter.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2016 8:30:11 GMT -5
Dirty Dan chuckled. "Well, swords don't make quite as satisfying a mess," he said. "So you'll be hauling ammo mostly at first until you prove yourself in a fight. We're leaving with the main body tomorrow. LEast we ain't scouts; them poor bastards ain't hardly sleeping tonight." The liquor burns a bit but tastes delicious and a grilled bird of some sort is brought out to eat. "Feast up. Gonna be a long campaign. Good chance you'll be our newest dead rookie soon enough. We in the Order watch each others' backs and we stay alive. Stay alive," he repeated.
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